Writing on the wall...
Beside my backdoor, the dog mirror above and dogs' names below painted on the wall.
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March 30, 2008
Cherry Blossom Festival
I was remembering a visit I once made to DC which coincided with the Cherry Blossom Festival. Sometimes memories are made in indelible ink and that day was one such memory for me; the unseasonable warmth, spring breeze and cherry blossoms that framed each view and vista into composition. I have never been drawn to the color pink, but since that DC day, I associate spring with pink cherry blossoms. So I planted a Japanese Kwanzan Cheery tree in my yard and on the cusp of spring now await its blooming.
March 28, 2008
Moons and Stars
Excitement! The Moons and Stars watermelon seeds arrived in today's mail.
March 24, 2008
Family Home Place
The home of my paternal grandmother's family.
Great great grandmother
March 20, 2008
Andrea Mitchell
"Ms. Mitchell,” I said shaking her hand, “Welcome to Indiana."
"Thank you" she replied.
We both smiled.
Floods
March 09, 2008
Poor Man's Fertilizer
If ever there was a late spring snowfall qualifying as what my grandparent's called "Poor Man's Fertilizer," then this is it. Nitrogen and sulfur straight from the atmosphere, and old farmers' knowledge, to the soil. Somewhere under all that snow are my daffodils beside the porch.
March 08, 2008
"You get what you settle for."
~ Thelma and Louise 1991
March 07, 2008
Birds and the BVM
Here is the view from my window today looking down into Mrs. Noe's yard. The snow has begun to weigh the boughs of the Honeymoon Pine.
March 06, 2008
Turdus Migratorius:Three Little Birds
I saw Robins in my yard today-- Thursday, March the 6th. But their first appearance coincides with what the weather folks are calling a Blizzard Warning for tomorrow. What? There have been signs of spring everywhere. My neighbor Mrs. Noe uncovered her outdoor, plaster Blessed Virgin Mary from Her winter swaddle of hefty bag and bungee cord. The goose has returned to make her nest as she does every year on the old sixth street bridge pylon. My daffodils by the front steps are 4 centimeters above the soil line. Persephone has sprung has she not?
"Rise up this mornin', smiled with the risin' sun, Three Little Birds pitch by my doorstep singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true, sayin' "This is my message to you-ou-ou" Singin' "Don't worry 'bout a thing, cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Click on the blue Three Little Birds link above and listen/watch for yourself.
March 04, 2008
Do not be ashamed
While walking the river’s edge, I saw a Blue Heron. Not any Blue Heron, the one that flew from the hilltop in Wendell Berry’s “Do Not Be Ashamed.” As the Heron lifted off, a feather fell breaking through the light, that light which had picked me out. I heard do not be ashamed as it glided to earth beside my footfall – and I knew what that meant.
March 01, 2008
The Post Office
My Post Office is seriously one of the most fabulous places on earth. I love the anticipation every day of turning the combination on P.O. Box 32 and discovering what treasures await. The post office is a Petri dish for characters and stories. Take postal worker Theresa, a pleasant woman with two sets of twin sisters; the taxonomy of all that twinning is too complicated for explanation --Punnet squares and all. Theresa has a long-term boyfriend named “Forehead.” I asked the other day what Forehead’s real name was, “Kenneth,” she said. He looks more like a Forehead, but I digress….Forehead was bitten by a spider in recent years on his “bad leg” the one he seriously injured in his motorcycle accident. Resultantly, Forehead had to have that leg amputated and was perplexed as to why the doctors declined his request to take his amputated leg “home to his dogs.” It seems Forehead wanted to give it to his beagles so it would not go to waste. No, I am not making this up. See what I mean?